That can such sweet use make of what they hate, When saucy trusting of the cozen’d thoughts Defiles the pitchy night! so lust doth play With what it loathes, for that which is away: But more of this hereafter.
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I make New Year’s resolutions every year and then loathe myself for breaking them.